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6:30 A.M. When I woke up that day I knew I was in for a busy fucking day, but I had no idea it would a busy “FUCKING” day. I woke up feeling horny and whished I had my husband to give me a morning fuck. Unfortunately he left right after my twins were born, seven years ago. He is busy trying to find some bimbo to be with. I haven’t been with anyone since the divorce. I’ve been too busy with my four boys, 19, 14 and the 7-year-old twins, to even think about dating. My neighbor thinks I’m crazy...
ToysThe Electrician from the electrical company with the slogan " Sir Sparksalot: satisfaction guaranteed " on his van attends a call out, to an attractive young lady, a housewife, full bodied, seductive and flirty as he repairs her electrical fault... Leaning forward, he sees her full décolleté of her ample breasts round and ripe ...She is very sexy...Once he's finished, the bill needs to be settled...But there is not enough money to pay bill...The young lady is very embarrassed, and does not know...
It’s my first story, so i hope you like it. This story is completely fictional. Only the character of mom is based on my real mom. All persons in the story are 18 or older.It was a hot summer day in june, i was at home because i was on vacation. My mom also was at home, cause she was waiting for the electrician of the municipal works. He should come today to take a look at our sub electricity meter in the kitchen, which was not working in order. It was about 11 a.m when the doorbell rang. As i...
Found this online:Got a few messages that wanted this story.A few weeks ago, I **** baited an electrician and my husband observed. My husband and I have used this electrical company before and this time, we wanted an outlet in a corner on our deck so we could use it for our outdoor lights and a fan. We asked for Mike when we set up the appointment. Mike was a big, strong, tattooed man with a beard. I thought he was pretty hot and he made us laugh last time with drunken stories. He was the total...
My wife and I have a good sex life, but we’re not crazy adventurous. But recently, through an insane series of events, we found ourselves in the middle of a wild situation.First of all, we’re in our mid-thirties and would be considered very professional and conservative. We’re both in great physical condition, and Lisa is still as sexy as she ever has been. She’s 5’ 6” tall with brunette hair and always tanned beautifully. I definitely got lucky marrying such a beautiful lady. Not only...
Wife LoversWhen we got one morning the lights in the kitchen weren't working, Fucks Sake, that meant that I'd have to look for an electrician, finding one in the phone book, after ringing him he said he'd be up within the hour. I took my wife into town, she was having lunch with her best frind. Sure enough the Electrician, Bob, arrived with his son, Neil.After looking around Bob told his son, who was his apprentice, what he had to do as he was going to get some cable, he told me "Neil can do a little...
Part 6 of Ethan and Pam's sexual awakeningsPam watched Debbie with wide eyes. Debbie took a pack of cigarettes out of her purse, put one in her mouth and lit it. She inhaled deeply, tilted her head back, and blew the smoke into the air. Debbie noticed Pam staring."What are you looking at? You never saw anyone smoke before?"Pam tore her eyes away, looking down at her hands. "No, I just-""You want one?"Debbie held the pack out in her direction. Pam stared at it. Would Debbie stop being her friend...
Kara sat in the passenger seat of Adam’s Mustang. She was sucking the last of a chocolate milkshake through a straw. “Just toss the empties in the back,” he said. “I’ll clean up when we get home.” He glanced at her -- she wore mid- thigh denim shorts and a sleeveless button-up blouse. Adam regarded her long, slim legs. He pulled into the gravel driveway of the stone house. “Peter’s not here yet. Let’s look around.” Kara walked with him holding his hand. “That barn has seen better days,” she...
Kara parked in the drive of Adam’s new house. She opened the back of her van and slipped on her tool belt. Adam opened the front door and then unloaded the power tools. “Where should we set up the chop saw?” he asked. “Out here somewhere,” she replied and picked up a long extension cord. Kara plugged it into the outdoor outlet and regarded the glow of an LED indicator on the receptacle end. “Here’s power.” Adam set up the folding bench, placed the saw on it and triggered the motor to test...
Daylight roused Adam. Kara was lying with her back to him. He tenderly kissed her shoulder. “I’m not asleep,” she said. He lay beside her, his chest to her back and slipped his arm around her waist. “Been awake for long?” “No ... not long.” “Last night -- I felt you fall asleep in my arms. I was moved by it. Kara -- I can say with confidence that I have never loved anyone as deeply as I love you.” She put her hand on his. “I love you, too, Adam. I love you more deeply than I thought...
Well… after four months of thinking our “situation” was over, I realized it wasn’t.If you read my previous story, you already know how an electrician who was doing some work at our house found some pictures and videos of my wife, Lisa, in our attic and threatened to post them online and send them to all our friends if I didn’t let him have sex with her.He said it would only be a one-time thing, and he even brought all the stuff back to our house that night. But in the back of my mind, I knew...
Wife LoversWe were having some work done in the house and the Electrician, Fred and his apprentice, Jono, arrived to do the job. Half way through the day Fred told me he had to go and get some more wire, I said “Ok” “I’ll only be gone around 45 minutes and I’ll leave him here if that’s Ok” I nodded as Jono smiled at me, something he’d been doing all day.As soon as Fred went I looked at the clock and saw it was 2:45pm and made a mental note as I didn’t want to get caught out with what I was planning....
I am a 37year old electrician that works for the local county council.One Thursday eve last September about 630pm I had an emergency call out to a block of flats on the council local estate it was reported that in flat 12 a socket had been accidently broken while the tenant had moved there wardrobe and there were bare cables exposed. I finished my dinner and off I went.It was raining quite heavily when I arrived. I got my tool bag and a new socket from my van then while holding my jacket over...
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Cuckold Porn Sitesserviced apartment part 1 - https://xhamster.com/stories/serviced-apartment-598743I still held her against the wall, pressing her against the wall. She opened her eyes and looked deep into my eyes with her sensual brown eyes, she kissed me deeply then moved down to my chest unbuttoning my shirt as went.She kissed and nibbled my chest and nipples as she moved lower, past my abdomen and buried her face into my groin. To my surprise she licked, and sucked my cock and clean of my come and her own...
Adam parked near a log cabin that served as the gun club’s clubhouse. He tilted his seat and from the back retrieved a long wooden case and a tackle box. Then, he popped the trunk and removed a packet of 100-yard rifle targets. Kara stepped from the passenger’s side. Adam glanced at her -- she was wearing jeans and a tee shirt, her light brown hair tied in a ponytail. “This is the club,” he remarked. “It’s quiet.” “We’re apt to see some members show up. It gets busy in the fall, when guys...
Adam parked the U-Haul truck along the curb in front of Kara’s ranch house. He saw her Buick in the driveway, and the front door unlocked. “Hello,” he called as he went inside. “I’m in the bedroom,” he heard her call back. Adam headed up the stairs. “I was packing the rest of my closet into these storage tubs. I was just about to start on my dresser.” “Leave your stuff in the drawers. We’ll pull them out, haul the carcass out to the truck and re-install the drawers.” “Okay...” “What about...
"Tell me about Chechnya," Howard growled, channelling his thoughts onto safer, less sensitive ground. "You said that you served in Chechnya..." Cecily smiled, gratified and a little encouraged, for it seemed that she was gaining Howard's wayward attention. "What would you like me to tell you, Mr Pendrill?" "Everything. Of course. What happened? What did they do? Tell me about the torture." "The torture, Mr Pendrill? Are you sure? Wouldn't you rather be talking about...
Adam stood outside near where Kara’s and his cars were parked, watching the front door. He saw it open and Kara emerged wearing denim shorts and a sleeveless blouse. She locked the door, dropped her keys into her bag and trotted toward him. “Sorry,” she said, “Mom called.” “Which car should we take?” he asked. “I like riding in yours.” Adam dug his keys from his pocket. “Would you like to try driving it?” Kara’s face brightened. “You’d let me?” “I will if you tell me you know how to...
Adam paced back and forth by the front windows of his living room. He checked his phone for the time — ten after six. What if she doesn’t show? he thought. He paced more and then saw a white Buick approach and turn into his drive. Kara got out wearing as short floral print skirt and a green tank top. He stepped onto the porch to greet her. “Come in,” he said. “It’s hot out,” Kara remarked and stepped inside. “Wow, it feels comfortable in here. I don’t have central air conditioning at my...
Adam pulled his Mustang into the drive at the stone house. He saw a car with a county seal on the door and a man carrying a clipboard walking toward it. Adam headed toward him. “Good morning.” “Good morning,” the man replied. “Are you the owner?” “Yes. Adam Gowan.” “I’m the building inspector. I was just about to leave...” “I’m sorry I’m a little late. Your office was a bit vague as when to expect you. I’ll open it up for you.” Adam unlocked the front door and led the inspector to the...
Adam pulled into the driveway of a split-level ranch-style house on a quiet block on the other side of town. He recognized Kara’s Buick parked in the driveway. Clutching a paper bag he headed to the front door and rang the bell. Kara answered and he stepped inside. They embraced and kissed. Adam regarded her -- she wore denim jeans, a short-sleeved blouse and sandals. He handed her the bag. “I brought this to have with dinner.” She removed a bottle. “Prosecco...” “It’s a nice, Italian...
Adam roused and found himself alone in bed. He swung his feet to the floor. “Kara?” he called. She wasn’t to be found in the bathroom. “Kara?” he called again. He headed, nude, to the front bedroom and peered out the window. He saw her white Buick still parked in the drive. He pulled on a pair of khaki shorts and headed down the stairs. The front door was ajar. Adam stepped onto the porch and saw Kara standing barefoot and wearing one of his button-up dress shirts. “I woke up and you weren’t...
Adam and Kara sat on the porch at a small wicker table made of a synthetic polymer rattan. He sipped from his mug. “The garage is beautiful,” Kara remarked. “It did turn out nicely. I liked your suggestion of putting the extended-height overhead door in back. It makes the front look so much cleaner, as well as more discreet.” “They did a really good job. With the barnwood siding and the standing-seam metal hip roof, it looks like it belongs here.” “It looks like it’s always been here. You...
Arthur and Adam’s father sat in the front pew at Pastor Franklin’s church while Adam paced in front of it. “Getting cold feet?” his dad asked. “No. Not at all. I just hate the hurry-up-and-wait. I do think it was genius to have Mom act as bridesmaid for both brides, and you as best man. I think it’ll make it just enough of a church wedding to satisfy Kara’s mom.” “This place is important to her,” Arthur remarked. “Yeah,” Adam replied, “it did give her comfort while you were away. I know...
Adam used a sponge to spread suds over the top and hood of the Mustang. He heard his cell phone warbling for an incoming call, so he wiped his hands on a rag, picked up the phone and answered the call. It was from Kara’s cell number. “Hi, Sweetheart,” he said. “What’s up?” “Adam!” she said in an excited sotto voce, “My mom’s engaged!” “Engaged?’ “Yes -- Arthur popped the question during a romantic dinner Friday night, and she accepted. You should see the ring she’s wearing. The stone is...
Adam sat at his desk working on a requirements document for one of his clients. His phone rang, the ringtone indicating it was Kara on the other end. “Hello beautiful,” he said. “Adam -- what are you doing right now?” “I’m watching Josh’s crew take down the barn.” “Oh, lucky you to have a job where you can stand around and watch work being done.” “Work does fascinate me,” he replied. “I can sit and watch it for hours. Actually I’m working on a requirements document. I can see them taking...
Adam drove toward Kara’s house. He rested his palm on her thigh and she caressed his forearm. “I have butterflies,” she said. “I’m as giddy as I was on prom night,” Adam replied. “If I had had a prom night, I’d have been this giddy. Is that when you lost your virginity?” “Yes. I’ll admit it was a less than auspicious event. Neither of us knew what we were doing. At least my dad made sure I had condoms and knew how to use them.” He glanced her way. “There was a lot of angst and doubt, pain...
Adam was roused by the sound of the shower running in the attached bath. He rose, pulled on a pair of shorts and headed into the kitchen. He filled the reservoir of Kara’s coffee maker, added fresh grounds and switched it on. Shortly she stepped into the kitchen in her short robe and with a towel around her head. “I smelled the coffee,” she said and helped herself to a mug full. “Adam -- we must do something about covering the windows in the master bedroom.” “It’s on my to-do list,” he...
Kara calling his name woke Adam. For an instant he didn’t recognize his surroundings. As wakefulness replaced slumber he remembered where he was and the events that brought him there. He rolled to face her. They embraced and kissed. “Good morning,” she said. “Sleep well?” “Mmm ... I could’ve slept longer.” “Sorry to get you up so early. I need to get ready to take Mom to church.” “Are you religious?” “Not in the least, and Mom isn’t very devout, either. It’s a big part of her social...
Kara walked with Adam from the main lodge to their cottage. “That was quite a dinner,” he said. “I’ve never had conch before. The night air is mild and I love hearing the surf. I want to leave all the windows open and let the night breeze through. It’s a good thing the bed is equipped with mosquito netting.” “I think they make an effort to keep the mosquitoes down.” “Nonetheless, neither of us needs to go home with a case of zika or whatever horrid mosquito-born diseases abound here.” Kara...
Kara stood. She picked up her briefs and shorts. “Shall we go upstairs?” she asked. “I thought you’d never ask. By the way -- one rule of the OM technique is to perform it some place other than in the bed used for lovemaking. It’s supposed to be done on the floor in a so-called nest made of cushions and blankets.” Adam picked up the towel. “I thought the sofa worked out just fine,” she replied. She took Adam’s hand and led him up a short staircase. He stepped into her bedroom. Before him...
“Hey, sleepyhead,” Adam called to Kara. “We’re almost home.” She roused. “How are you feeling? Any effects from that pill?” “No. Nothing yet. It’s the second pill that’s nasty.” “Let’s stop at the Sub Station and take home a couple sandwiches. I’m in the mood for an Italian special, loaded and doused with hot sauce.” “That’s a good idea. I think I’d like one of their tuna salad subs with lettuce and tomato.” Adam pulled the car into the parking lot of a strip mall not far from Kara’s...
Adam parked in back of the house. “If possible I’d like to get the garage built before winter.” “Me, too,” she agreed. He unlocked the back door and Kara accompanied him inside. “I don’t recall too many details of my grandmother’s house,” he said, “but one thing I do remember is she never used the front door. We always came in and out of the back door, which led into the kitchen.” “Just like here. Do you remember her dinette set?” “That I don’t. She passed away while I was quite young.”...
Chapter VII George had been sitting on the front stoop, nursing a bottle of Boh when Terry pulled up. He stood up and walked toward the car. Sticking out his hand, he said, “Hi. I’m George. Welcome. Bob said you were making hay today. There’s a hose ‘round back, if you wanna knock the dust off.” Terry shook hands and said, “Name’s Terwilliger, but everyone calls me Terry. A hose doesn’t do very well. I was thinking maybe I’d run over to Mago Vista and jump in the river.” He cocked his head...
NovelsChapter XV They were all sitting at the breakfast table, having a second cup of coffee, when Isolde spoke up. “I have an idea,” she said. “On those nights when I don’t feel like shutting one of you out, would you both mind coming to my bed with me, and just snuggling, and going to sleep that way?” George and Terry looked at each other. “I’m game, if you are,” Terry said. “Okay,” George said. “We can give it a try.” He wanted to say that things might be moving a little too fast, but he...
NovelsChapter IV When they got to the gig, Will, the drummer, was just setting up. He nodded to George and Isolde as he fiddled with his equipment. The bass player hadn’t arrived yet, but that was no surprise. He had told George three months ago that he was playing a wedding in Ocean City “on a Friday afternoon, for God sakes! Doesn’t anyone get married on a Saturday anymore?” he had rhetorically asked. “Maybe they got a three-day weekend special,” was George’s laconic reply. “Yeah. So now they are...
Novels“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...
Chapter X George woke up full of welts, and itching all over. His back and neck were stiff from sleeping hunched over. He scrunched up his face, and could feel the dried salt on his cheeks. He rubbed his chin and cheeks with his right hand as he turned his left arm toward the light filtering through the front window, and peered at his watch. It said 3:15. He got up and walked into the house as he tipped the bottle up and chugged his now warm beer. He set the empty bottle on the kitchen...
NovelsChapter V Isolde woke up drenched in sweat. The sun was beating down on her and her hair was plastered to her forehead. Her hip ached and she had a crick in her neck from lying on it wrong. She looked at her watch. 9:00 it said. “Damn,” she thought. And then, “I really have to pee.” She sat up and looked around. She was in a field that had recently been mowed. The stubble was about four inches high. There was a woods line about 100 yards to her left. To her right, she could see houses in the...
Chapter V Isolde woke up drenched in sweat. The sun was beating down on her and her hair was plastered to her forehead. Her hip ached and she had a crick in her neck from lying on it wrong. She looked at her watch. 9:00 it said. “Damn,” she thought. And then, “I really have to pee.” She sat up and looked around. She was in a field that had recently been mowed. The stubble was about four inches high. There was a woods line about 100 yards to her left. To her right, she could see houses in the...
NovelsChapter VIIISunday morning, after they had all had coffee, Terry and George took the canoe out to go fishing, and Isolde wandered around inside the house, exploring. She found the pull down attic stairway in the upstairs second bedroom, and went up in the attic, just to see what was there. She found several rolled up rugs, and assumed they were in storage until winter. There was an old Electrolux tank vacuum cleaner, and she hauled it, and it’s attachments down into the main house. Maybe I’ll...
NovelsChapter XVIII Wednesday morning, they all three awoke at the crack of dawn. Isolde wondered if their new-found camaderie, or maybe love had recharged all of them, and made them want to wake up early, to be together.George spoke first, saying, “Good morning, you two. I love you guys.” Then, springing out of bed, and turning toward Isolde, he said, “If you don’t mind, I’m gonna hop in the shower first, so I can get my ass off to Glen Burnie.”“Are you sure you don’t want company?” Isolde asked,...
NovelsChapter XVI While they were sitting out on the porch, George started having second thoughts again. He was sitting in one of the rockers, with his feet up on the crossbar, and suddenly sat forward, and planted both feet on the floor. He stood up and turning, said over his shoulder, “I gotta got to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” He went through the front door and down the hallway. After he left, Isolde said to Terry, “I think he is having some approach-avoidance issues with this whole...
NovelsUther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...
Chapter XIII It was just 5:00 when Isolde pulled into the driveway and parked behind George’s VW. George and Terry came out of the house to greet her and she said, “Here – each of you grab a bag of groceries. Watch that one, Terry – it’s heavy.” She had bought several cans of soup, and some tomatoes and the rest of the ingredients for marinara sauce, and the store bagger had put all of the cans in one bag. “I forgot you were gonna have to rent a car,” said George. “We have to do something...
NovelsThe the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...
Chapter XVII As he began to remove the sheets, George suddenly realized that it would be silly to take his standard sheets into Isolde’s bed, when it was a king-sized mattress. So he stopped pulling at the sheets, and simply picked up his pillow, and went back across the hallway to Isolde’s bedroom. He didn’t know exactly what he expected when he walked into the doorway, but what he hadn’t counted on was the musky smell of recent sex that permeated the room. He had a momentary pang of...
NovelsDedication This dedication is long and necessarily so. The book has taken me three decades to write, mostly because I didn’t start actually putting pen to paper, so to speak, until I had all my background ducks in a row. Putting ducks in a row is like herding cats; patience becomes the primary virtue. This book is Tom Woolfolk’s fault. Well, actually, Tom’s and Sheila’s jointly. We three commuted to work together for a few years in the early eighties, and during those long and boring rides,...
NovelsMy name is Mark Wood and I work as a Personnel Manager for a large corporation here in Dallas. My job basically is to serve as a liaison between the management and the blue-collar employees that work here. I also have to deal with all the harassment issues, be it sexual harassment, racism, or whatever.Needless to say, I hear a lot of whining, complaining, and outright anger on a day-to-day basis. Sometimes it gets to be too much and I have to find a way to decompress at the end of a tough day....
AnalChapter XVII As he began to remove the sheets, George suddenly realized that it would be silly to take his standard sheets into Isolde’s bed, when it was a king-sized mattress. So he stopped pulling at the sheets, and simply picked up his pillow, and went back across the hallway to Isolde’s bedroom. He didn’t know exactly what he expected when he walked into the doorway, but what he hadn’t counted on was the musky smell of recent sex that permeated the room. He had a momentary pang of...
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